A funny thing happened on my way
to writing this article. I was busy going about my day, when suddenly,
my heart seemed to stop inside my chest for a long count, and then it
started beating wildly, as if it were my three-year-old grandson
playing a frantic drum solo on his grandma’s end table (a capital
offense). I shot to my feet and went to the window for some air. It
didn’t help. My heart was in atrial fibrillation. I’d had it before,
but never this bad.
At the hospital the staff sprang
into action. It was really something to watch. They attached wires all
over my body and started an IV. Soon the room came alive with a
cacophony of beeps, buzzers, and dancing lines on the EKG machine.
Before long the medications took effect and my world started to slow
down a little.
Just then the on-call
cardiologist walked into the room and introduced herself as she scanned
my chart and the heart monitor. Then she turned to face me, wearing a
big smile. It may have been just me, but she seemed a little too
cheery. “Have you ever had your heart reset using a defibrillator?”
“Is that the only alternative?”
“We are giving you medications
to lower your blood pressure. There is a possibility that your heart
will convert on its own; however, we cannot wait too long because there
is a danger of a blood clot forming inside your heart.”
I wanted to tell her that my
heart had been converted almost forty years ago but decided against it.
As soon as she left, my wife and I went to prayer. A few minutes later
an intense feeling of deep peace and joy came over me and my heart
instantly converted to a normal beat. I have no doubt that the
medications helped, but it was the Holy Spirit who reset, or rather
converted my heart.
As I endured the mind-numbingly
slow process of being discharged, I took note that God did it again. He
waited until the last minute to step in. The Lord could have answered
my prayers before I ever left home, but He didn’t. Moreover, I knew
that though my heart was behaving for now, I was a long way from being
well. My whole left side was, and still is, numb.
The ordeal has also affected my
mind somehow. It left me with more than a little confusion and anxiety.
In the three weeks that have now followed the trip to the hospital, I
am happy to say that things are finally starting to head back in the
direction of normal. I even went grocery shopping today for the first
time since it all happened. Thank you, Jesus! I am excited to see what
God has for me to learn through this.
I am reminded of many of my
writer friends who have recently endured similar struggles and
setbacks. Some have even gone on to be with the Lord. I want to offer a
verse that has meant so much to me as I recover from this latest
setback. Whether you are suffering in your health, finances, family, or
whatever else you might have been up against, I think you will find
this Scripture as much a blessing as it has been for me.
in all these things we are more than conquerors through him who loved
us. For I am convinced that neither death nor life, neither angels nor
demons, neither the present nor the future, nor any powers, neither
height nor depth, nor anything else in all creation, will be able to
separate us from the love of God that is in Christ Jesus our Lord.
(Rom. 8:37–39 NIV)
That’s all for this month. Until
we meet again, may God bless all you write for Him.